The depths of despair is a bottomless abyss, a cesspool of dread. How deep it can be depends on how low you wished to go. It has room for just one so you can hear your grievances echo off its unyielding walls effectively compounding your troubles.
At the height of the pity party, you lose grip of reality and longed for the ultimate solution. Yet this solution does not come at will and you realized that a higher order of being is in charge. Knowing that filled you with anger and a sense of injustice. Next your search for reasons began. It always does but it never accomplishes anything so you returned to the primary misery in time to start all over again, each bout compounded by the momentum of the preceding one.
And that was where I went in the last couple of days until a message came most unexpectedly from my cousin-in-law. All Things Happened For A Reason. A word, a phrase or something intangible from the message lifted me from the doldrums and I rose once again to the surface for some air.
